Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B. James Lowry
B. James Lowry
Acoustic Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jeff King
Jeff King
Electric Guitar
Joe Spivey
Joe Spivey
Fiddle
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Dobro
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Drums
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Murrah
Roger Murrah
Songwriter
Jim McCormick
Jim McCormick
Songwriter
Luke Bryan
Luke Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Stevens
Jeff Stevens
Producer
Bryan Graban
Bryan Graban
Assistant Recording Engineer
Herb Tassin
Herb Tassin
Recording Engineer
Jay Fenstermaker
Jay Fenstermaker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Assistant Producer
Taylor Pollert
Taylor Pollert
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Down where I was born was heaven on earth Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright We raised cotton and corn, a little cane and kids You either lived on a farm or wish you did And Jesus always walked close by our side Where I grew up, we rode in trucks There's a lot about life we learned on the bus How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends Wide-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin Thank God we get more than just one shot Where I grew up, we rode in trucks That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on That's us, headin' straight into town when the work was done In my mind, I can still see us now ridin' down Buck Island Road It wasn't that long ago We thought tobacco and beer in a can Was all it would take to be like our old man Then I saw how it made my momma cry It was huntin', and fishin' and football games Then it was girls, and everything changed Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot In my mind, I can still see us now ridin' down Buck Island Road It wasn't that long ago It's a part of my soul, yeah It's a part of my soul Down where I was born was heaven on earth Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright Where I grew up We rode in trucks
Writer(s): Roger Murrah, Jim Mccormick, Luke Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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